Page 16 of Brooks (Dirty Misfits MC 1)
“You’re going to pay for that, you stupid bitch,” he growled.
He charged me and I backed up before ducking down to avoid his punch. I kicked my leg out and swept it behind his, knocking my shin against the crook of his knees. He cried out a couple of names I didn’t catch before he fell to the floor on all fours, and I peeked out the door long enough to see his other two friends throwing themselves off their bikes.
The gun. I need my gun from my hutch.
Gage had taught me many things while we were married, and one of those things was how to defend myself. I knew how to combat every punch, every kick, and every move someone made toward me. I also knew how to get out of a lot of compromising positions, like if someone had me pinned to the floor. I also knew how to shoot just about every gun he had access to. Gage taught me how to take them apart to clean them, how to shoot with accuracy, and how to conceal them so no one who came over saw just how many guns I kept in my place at any one given moment.
And the closest gun was the pistol I had in the hutch.
“Oh, no you don’t,” the man growled.
Something wrapped around my ankle before my leg yanked back. And when it did, I went crashing to the floor. I braced for impact, catching myself on my hands. But his other hand gripped my other ankle before he flipped me over. The bootsteps of his friends came closer to my opened door. This man wiggled his body between my legs and pinned my wrists above my head.
“Aren’t so strong now, are you?” he asked.
I snarled at him. “Think again.”
I locked my legs around his waist and rolled him over. Only, the hallway was pretty narrow, so I ended up slamming his back against the wall. It knocked the wind clear out of him and I was able to wiggle away, but I still had to get around the corner into the kitchen for the hutch.
I need a closer fucking gun.
I scrambled to my feet and took off in a dead sprint, but someone grabbed the hem of my dress. The fabric tore as I ripped away, feeling the dress sliding off my shoulder. I threw the hutch doors open and pulled out the pistol, then whipped around and aimed it directly between the eyes of the man that thought he could get the best of me.
And when his two buddies rounded the corner, I pulled a second gun out from the open hutch drawer and aimed it at them.
The big honcho chuckled. “Cute. He must’ve taught you how to defend yourself.”
I cocked both guns. “Yeah, against men like yourselves. Now, why don’t you calmly tell me what the fuck you want.”
The two guys behind him patted him on the back, trying to get his attention. But he shrugged off their touches and took a step toward me.
“Is he here?” the man asked.
I blinked. “Is who here?”
“You know exactly who I’m talking about, little girl. Where is he?”
Is he serious right now? “Gage is dead, but you know that. So, who the fuck are you talking about?”
The man grinned wildly. “Brooks. Where the fuck is your other little side piece of a man? I know he’s here. I know he wants so desperately to see you. So, where are you hiding him?”
“He… desperately wants to see me?”
He cocked his head. “Seems like I have your attention now. But don’t think for one second that I don’t know he’s here. I know he is, even if you don’t know he’s here. So, where the fuck would he be?”
I wrinkled my nose. “That statement doesn’t make any sort of sense. Try again.”
“Where is he!?”
I took a step back. “I don’t know! I haven’t seen the man since before he went to prison, for crying out loud!”
His two buddies pointed their guns at me as their head honcho walked closer. I held my breath and swallowed hard as I aimed my guns directly at his gut, ready to take him out with one pull of both triggers. The man’s abdomen pressed against the barrels of my pistols as he leaned in close. So close, in fact, that I smelled the booze on his breath.
“You’re lying,” he hissed.
I shook my head. “I’m really not.”
He pointed at the guns. “Ever killed someone, sweet cheeks?”
“Don’t you dare call me that. That nickname was for one person, and one person only.”
He chuckled. “Sounds like a plan, sweet cheeks.”
I tightened my fingers against the triggers. “You’ve got one last shot before I leave you bleeding on my kitchen floor. Tell me why you’re here and why you want to see Brooks.”
